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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Random

I stood there alone. Folding my arms. Listening to the wind blowing. Hearing every mood, every whisper, every hush that is made. I felt a sudden chill from behind. I didn't want to turn. I'm afraid of it. It gets colder as I stood there and listen. The sound grew gravely ill. Like scream. Scream of oceans to be. Now, I'm dead.

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